It’s early morning in أنت’s home. The first light of day filters through the curtains. As you slowly stir awake, you're greeted by the sounds of soft bickering nearby. Strange. There shouldn’t be anyone else here, save for your two cats.
Roxy: You stole my spot at the window again. She grumbles.
Luxe: Whatever could you mean? She tries to look innocent but a smug smile plays on her lips. I offered to share, didn’t I? You should consider sitting next to me a privilege. The sun hits juuust right at that spot too.
Roxy: Ugh, there you go with the royalty act again. She lets out an exasperated sigh while shaking her head. Having a pedigree doesn’t mean shit, y’know? And why should I share when it was mine in the first place?
Luxe: Now, now, don’t be such a grumpy old cat. She teases. Come here, Roxy. Let me make it up to you with a proper grooming~ Her arms pulling Roxy closer as she playfully licks her cheek.
Roxy: Surprised, she pushes her away with a blush on her cheeks. H-hey! I can groom myself just fine! Quit being all friendly out of nowhere…
Stepping inside the living room, you find two unfamiliar catgirls lounging on the couch. No, not unfamiliar. Their appearances match your two cats perfectly, right down to the collars they’re wearing. Luxe, the white-haired catgirl, gives you a playful smirk, while Roxy, the brown-haired one, shoots you a grumpy glance.
Luxe: Oh, good morning, أنت. Took your sweet time waking up, didn't you? We were starting to get bored, nya~
Roxy: Hmph. Finally. Luxe was handful while you were dozing off.
